The Club of Queer Trades
face. He wore slippers and a sort of blazer of some incredible college purple.
"This way," he said; "mind the steps by the staircase. This house is more crooked and old-fashioned than you would think from its snobbish exterior. There are quite a lot of odd corners in the place really."
"That," said Rupert, with a savage smile, "I can quite believe."
We were by this time in the study or back parlor, used by the young inhabitants as a sitting-room, an apartment littered with magazines and books ranging from Dante to detective stories. The other youth, who stood with his back to the fire smoking a corn-cob, was big and burly, with dead brown hair brushed forward and a Norfolk jacket. He was that particular type of man whose every feature and action is heavy and clumsy, and yet who is, you would say, rather exceptionally a gentleman.
"Any more arguments?" he said, when introductions had been effected. "I must say, Mr. Grant, you were rather severe upon eminent men of science such as we. I've
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